The next day, both of them got up late and slept until eight o'clock.
Yes, we chatted about meaningless things until two in the morning, so it was natural to get up late.
Jiang Xingzhou woke up first, and he planned to make some soy milk as breakfast.
While washing soybeans, Song Ci came over, rubbing his eyes, and called him softly, "Jiang Xingzhou."
"Awake?" Seeing her sleepy look, Jiang Xingzhou couldn't help laughing, "Go wash up quickly, the soy milk will be ready soon."
Seeing Jiang Xingzhou still washing, she immediately turned around and ran away.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
After a while, Jiang Xingzhou prepared all the grains. Song Ci ran over in slippers and said energetically, "I'll help you."
Jiang Xingzhou then realized that Song Ci was in such a hurry to wash up, so he came over to help.
"Ah..." Song Ci saw that he had already washed all the grains, and felt a little disappointed, "You have washed them all."
Jiang Xingzhou rubbed her cheek with his relatively dry wrist and asked with a smile: "What's wrong? Do you want to wash it again?"
Song Ci blushed and explained: "No, I want to take a shower with you."
Her voice got smaller and smaller, as if the courage she had mustered was completely exhausted.
Jiang Xingzhou raised his eyebrows and she admitted it.
Strange.
"Then let's wash it again," he suggested.
Song Ci's face was excited for a moment, but she quickly suppressed it, "But... you've already washed it."
Jiang Xingzhou smiled: "Washing again won't delay anything, come here."
Without giving Song Ci a chance to think, he took the washed soybeans and pulled Song Ci to the sink.
He held Song Ci in his arms from behind, still tilting his head and resting it on Song Ci's shoulder: "Song Song, teach me how to wash soybeans."
Song Dynasty Porcelain: “…”
"… good."
Song Ci's ears turned red as she struggled to break free from Jiang Xingzhou's hand and held it back. However, her hands were small, so it was impossible for her to wrap her hand tightly like Jiang Xingzhou did. She could only cover a small area.
"Add water to the soybeans and then wash them like this," she explained in a low voice.
Jiang Xingzhou felt the soft touch on his hands, being pulled back and forth by those small hands. Occasionally, the round beans slipped out from between his fingers and got stuck between the two people's hands.
Song Ci immediately let go of his hand: "Douzi, does it hurt?"
He tilted his head and looked at Song Ci's concerned expression, and his heart softened.
He didn't feel any pain, but he was afraid that the beans would hurt Song Ci's hand.
"Okay," he let go of Song Ci, "Wait here, I'll be there soon."
He quickly washed the soybeans again, then put the soybeans and several other grains into the blender, started it, and closed the lid.
He clapped his hands and finally got it done.
He turned around and pulled Song Ci back to the living room, sat on the sofa, hugged the soft Song Ci, buried his head in Song Ci's hair and took a breath.
One mouthful after another, as addictive as sucking a cat.
Song Ci blushed because of him, but she liked him so much that she didn't avoid him.
After a while, Jiang Xingzhou finally let go with satisfaction.
"What are you daydreaming about?" he asked.
Song Ci shook her head, not daring to look him in the eye: "No."
"Song Song, how about we go out and play today?"
Song Ci looked up in confusion: "Ah? Didn't we just go out last week?"
"That's different. It's not a date between the two of us. You were always with Liang Ting and never went shopping with me alone."
Song Ci was thinking that the two of them had gone out alone many times.
The two of them would exercise together every morning, go out for a walk in the evening, and occasionally go to the supermarket to shop during the day, so many times that she couldn't even count them.
But Jiang Xingzhou said no.
All right.
If it was just for shopping or something, she had never accompanied Jiang Xingzhou alone.
Thinking of this, she recalled her aborted confession plan. If that was the case, it wouldn't be called shopping, it should be called a date.
Song Ci's face turned red again because of herself.
"So where do you want to go?" she asked.
Jiang Xingzhou thought for a moment, and took out his cell phone under Song Ci's expectant gaze: "I'll check the weather."
"good."
He wanted to go on a picnic with Song Ci.
After confirming that the weather was good today and not too hot to make people panic, he suggested, "There's a large sunflower garden in the western suburbs. Do you want to go take a look?"
He added: "Although the flowering period is almost over, it was still quite beautiful when I last saw the pictures."
This was the place he had rejected at first, mainly because it was too remote.
"Yes!" Song Ci nodded without thinking.
She didn't even know there was a sunflower garden!
Jiang Xingzhou was in a good mood and took another sip of Song Ci.
To be honest, it was Jiang Xingzhou’s first time going on a picnic, and he didn’t know what to bring.
He thought back to his English textbook. The picture in the textbook seemed to show people having a picnic and bringing a piece of cloth to spread on the ground.
There seemed to be a lot of food on the tablecloth.
There are only two of them, him and Song Ci, so naturally they don't need to bring so much. They can just make a little bit that is enough for the two of them.
After breakfast, they did not work as usual, but instead went to the kitchen to prepare food.
Song Ci had no experience either, and it was her first time making take-out food.
After searching online for tutorials on outdoor picnics, she made sandwiches, vegetable salad, and cold noodles. She also cut a box of fruit and took two bottles of drinks, and that was it.
"Take two bags of snacks with you." Jiang Xingzhou offered advice.
Song Ci nodded immediately: "Okay."
She nodded so quickly, as if she had no principles at all, and just did whatever Jiang Xingzhou said.
Jiang Xingzhou opened the drawer and took out two bags of snacks.
When I retracted my hand, I looked at the cut fruits in the box and felt a little itchy, so I pinched a piece of watermelon to eat.
Song Ci had just packed up the snacks when Liu saw him secretly eating them. She immediately pouted in dissatisfaction: "Jiang Xingzhou, don't eat them secretly. There are more in the refrigerator. If you want to eat, go get them yourself."
"The ones you make are the sweetest." Jiang Xingzhou said shamelessly, pretending to enjoy a sweet watermelon.
Song Ci frowned and said expressionlessly: "You cut the fruit yourself."
Speaking of this, Song Ci remembered that when he was cutting fruit, they clearly had a division of labor and could not disturb each other, but Jiang Xingzhou would feed her from time to time while cutting fruit.
As a result, she still feels her stomach is round and bloated, as if she had eaten too much.
She touched her belly unconsciously, then thought it looked weird and blushed.
Jiang Xingzhou didn't even blush when he was exposed. He pulled her arm and asked her to sit next to him.
"Open your mouth, ah--" He was holding a piece of watermelon with the seeds removed in his hand.
Song Ci looked at the juicy watermelon in front of her and swallowed hard.
Can't!
She shook her head.
"You can't eat the watermelon in the box anymore," she pursed her lips, changed her tone, and asked in a coquettish tone, "Go get the one from the refrigerator, okay~"